Lord of Glory

d those rings to iron bars attached to the walls to make sure they wouldn’t try to run away.

Paladin walked in the inner world of this society, looking at these slaves who were not regarded as the same kind as the slavers.
This reminded him of the little pigs he saw when he was a child.
The pigs were trapped in the pen at the Freemasons Association, waiting to be slaughtered.
The helpless eyes of the little pig lying on the ground coincided with this scenery he saw right now.

“Oh, Father, you are merciful and compassionate.
Look at this woman, it is a Mulam from the desert.
Although it is a bit dark-skinned, its feet, tsk tsk.
It will definitely make you full of energy the next day!”

When Paladin was walking past a stall, a big man with a thick yellow beard and a hunting cap saw Paladin.
Without hesitation, the man tried to sell his products.
Then, with the wooden stick in his hand, he flipped the woman, exposing her breasts for Paladin to see.

Paladin frowned immediately, the woman looked like she was dying.
Her life essence must be not enough to refine a Philosopher's Stone.
He didn't want to spend money to buy someone, go back, and take care of it painstakingly.
He didn't want to refine it before it was full and healthy.
And, was that water on its head? So, Paladin just shook his head slightly and went straight to the next house.
The slave trader was obviously used to being ignored like this, so he immediately put on a smiling face and began to promote his goods to another passing nobleman.

Paladin scanned the area left and right.
He couldn’t help but feel more and more disappointed.
The slaves displayed here were various but all of them looked like they were dying.
Paladin could feel the mournful cry of the refined Philosopher's Stone if he purchased a living dead in this manner.
It hurted his self-esteem too much!

“Please, please buy us!”

But just as Paladin was about to abandon the idea of buying slaves, pleadings came from the cage of a shop in front of him.
Paladin looked at the source.
Five young men around his own age were holding the bars of what could be called barely constructed cage, shouting desperately at every passing nobleman.
The slave trader’s colleagues around the area looked at them as if they were watching a joke.
The slave trader was also furious, thus he kept on whipping them with the whip in his hand.
Nonetheless, the blood on these several young men’s backs only heightened their desire to survive.

The five young men's strong desire to survive made Paladin freeze on the spot.
It was not that he pitied these people.
Rather, it was because he realized a crucial fact.
If there was a desire to survive, they obviously hadn’t given up hope yet.
They had only recently become slaves, so their bodies had not yet deteriorated from the torture of these slave traders.
So, their physical qualities should be good enough to refine the Philosopher's Stone.
In short, Paladin found his raw materials!

“Stop!” Paladin suddenly shouted righteously.
He then strode over to them.

“Huh? What's wrong with this guest?”

The attention of all the slave traders present was drawn to Paladin.
Even the nobles who were inspecting the goods also looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.

When the five young men saw Paladin, they exclaimed excitedly, as if they were seeing their savior, “Father, Priest, please save us!

Paladin gave them a reassuring look before turning his head to the slave trader.
He then asked, “How much for these five? I'll buy them.”

At first, the dazed slave trader thought he had misheard, but when Paladin repeated his question, he nodded enthusiastically and said, “I recently captured them, deserters from the battlefield.
Each is powerful, so three gold coins per person.”

The slave trader rubbed his hands, his expression greedy.
He scanned the strange priest from head to toe.
In his opinion, as long as the priest paid, then he would be considered a guest no matter what status he had.